June 06, 2007

The eight bars work perfectly for carving the Seven Dwarfs, allowing for inclusion, the gentle Snow White. The soap is soft, almost malleable, and does not flake off the same way Dial, Zest and Irish Spring so often would. Aveeno is the proper choice for creating figurines of favorite characters.

The cool flesh-tone of the soap translates well, and contrasts nicely with the fabric overlay I gave them to provide as dress.

To Bashful's face, though, I gave a mild pinkish color to appropriate his shy nature. He is seen looking blissfully at fair maiden Snow White.

Sleepy's beard was troublesome, as the detail required extended beyond my ability. It is long, but not nearly as sharp at the end as I intended.

Happy's great smile smoothly lifts right and left, while Sleepy's eyelids lilt low, almost covering his eyes.

Sneezy is seen sniffing a flower. The flower is not from the soap. Instead, Sneezy's nose is leaning into his shoulder, where I add a paper cut-out daisy.

Doc's glasses came out nicely, in a classic bookworm-off-the-nose style, to provide that distinguished look.

Grumpy's big nose broke in my first effort, but it was early into the process, and a second, more secure nose was supplied.

Dopey might have been the most difficult, as he has no special, visible features. Silence is not as obvious in soap carvings.

Finally, the beautiful Snow White was carved oblong up, to give her the extra height. Her smile tilts upward, gracefully, unaware of Bashful's unspoken affection, with her eyes showing is thinking amorously of some yet unmet lover. Dressed in rags, as she is still not known as a princess, she stands regally.

A second set can finish the scene with the huntsman, the prince, the wicked queen, and of course, the apple and mirror.

Aveeno's a great start for you budding soap carvers, and scraps work in their usual way... to clean what's dirty.

Cups on a Shelf

I am Brockeim.
Faceless.
Shameless.
Timeless.
Stunningly literate,
thoroughly competent,
yet everything you think I'm not.
I stand in front
of statues and laugh,
but in their shadow,
I avoid the harsh sunlight.
Reduced often to mediocrity,
I wander looking for that sunlight
so I can again find shade.